lightly over her soft skin, going higher and higher, coming perilously close to her pussy. Her body quaked. Her legs inched open in invitation.
He lowered his voice. “Very, very nice.” He inhaled and could already smell the tang of her arousal.
“Brad please,” she begged, and reached for him, her fingers brushing against his throbbing cock.
He shackled her hands and put them to her sides. “Sit up,” he commanded. “And take off your shirt.”
Lindsay sat up, her legs wide open, straddling the bench. As he took in the sight of her, he thought he’d go mad with want. The need to fuck her made him edgy, shaky.
He swallowed and worked to control his voice. “Spread your legs wider.” She did, but it wasn’t nearly wide enough for him to have a full, unobstructed view of her sweet spot. “Wider, Lindsay,” he whispered his glance going to the unpacked box of BDSM toys in the corner of the room. “If you’re not going to listen, I’ll have to punish you.”
Her face flushed from heat, her dark eyes glazed with passion. A soft mewl caught in her throat. He stroked her again. Her body buzzed, her skin felt hot to the touch.
She shimmied to the end of the bench and spread her legs impossibly wider, offering her pussy up to him so nicely.
“That’s a girl.”
Twin folds opened for him, affording him a view of her luscious pink softness. Jesus, her pussy was drenched with desire. He did this to her. Damn that pleased him, knowing he could raise her passions to such height and make her soaked with need.
He lowered himself to his knees to get a better look. He leaned in and inhaled, pulling her feminine scent into his lungs. Then he blew a warm breath over her pussy. Her damp hairs bristled.
She drew a shaky breath. “Oh God,” she whispered and tilted her pelvis forward, an obvious plea for more.
Her heat beckoned him and he wanted to touch her. No. He needed to touch her. If he didn’t soon feel her softness, he was certain an artery would blow. His jeans tightened painfully reminding him just how much he wanted her, just how much she affected him. Brad couldn’t ever remember feeling so crazed, so out of control.
He drew a breath, gathering himself. “You are incredible, babe,” he breathed the words over her pussy and watched her sex muscles tighten and throb.
After a light brush of his knuckle over her swollen clit, his finger moved her moist opening. He probed her pussy and knew, as well as he knew his own name, that once he entered her, once she branded him with her heat, he’d never be the same again. With her hips bucking forward, she drove his finger inside.
“Jesus,” he said, loving the way the tight walls of her pussy closed over him. He’d never felt anything so divine.
Brad pressed a finger inside her, unmoving. His gaze went to her shirt. “Didn’t I tell you to take your top off?”
“Yes, but—”
“Shh,” he silenced with a frown. “Don’t question me. Just do as I say.” His glance went to the box of toys a second time. “Otherwise, you’ll be punished.”
He could feel light ripples inside her pussy, a telltale sign that punishment was exactly what she wanted. With hurried hands, she gripped her shirt and pulled it off, exposing a pretty red satin bra.
Shaky fingers went to her bra straps, but he stopped her. After all, she wasn’t the only one with fantasies. “Leave it on.” He wiggled his finger inside her slightly, rewarding her for her obedience.
Her hands fell to her lap, her head lolled to the side. A deep moan rose up from the depths of her throat. “That feels so good, Brad.”
A second finger joined the first. He pushed deep inside her until he found her G-spot. With a light brush, he stroked her until her body quivered. He knew she was close, so close to release. But since it was too soon for her to tumble over, he pulled his fingers out.
Her lids flew open. “Brad, no,” she cried but her voice fell off when she caught the way he was
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